Empty walls in my studio.
Lots of paintings, packed in bubble-plastic stacked against the walls.
Boxes filled with pots of paint and tools.
I loved painting overhere... I loved my place.
It was a great studio to work in, but now I've packed my stuff, it's no longer my place anymore.
Fortunately I've got a very nice studio to look forward too.
I just have to wait another month and a half before I can start to paint again in my new studio.
Well 'wait' is not exactly the right word... I'll be preparing the next move: pull up stakes to a new house!